Lessons in the Cellar

I spent the day in the cellar yesterday.


The Scrapbook Cellar, that is.

A day with three of my dearest creative souls.

 The three people who I can't hide from.

The three people I can't cover things up for,

and who can see right through me.

 I hate that.

 ;)

Actually, I love that.

Because I can't sugar-coat anything for them.

They see right through it.

They call my bluff. They get me.

Sometimes a person just wants to be "got", you know?

 I usually leave the cellar having learned a number of lessons.

Yesterday was no different.

 The biggest lesson I learned?

 I have issues.

No, I'm kidding.

I mean, I'm not kidding that I have issues.

I think we determined that I definitely have issues.
And I really am my own worst enemy.

What I am kidding about, though,

is that that wasn't the biggest lesson I learned.

 The biggest lesson I learned was that

I must stop listening to that voice inside of me telling me YOU CAN'T

and I must start listening to my own voice telling me YOU CAN.

That was a huge lesson.

There is a big world out there, my friends.

Deep Breath.

And, yes . . .  

Breath.

I can.